The Womanizer's Mute Wife - Chapter 118: Glide With Me

Reincarnation? Yes. As the Villian’s first victim? Hell yes.Some novels you keep reading not for the plot, but because of a single character who grabs your heart. For me, that character wasn’t even the protagonist; it was his mother.Noah was just an ordinary university student. Until one day, thanks to a poorly timed act of “masculine bravado” from his friend, he found himself caught in a scuffle with thugs and stabbed. Everything went black. Death came quietly.Then he opened his eyes... but they weren’t his.Noah woke up in another body, in another world and inside the very novel he’d been reading. Worse yet, he hadn’t reincarnated as just any side character, but as Count Leonardo Argenholt, the first person killed by the story’s main villain.Leonardo: noble, handsome, charismatic... and doomed to die very soon.But the most terrifying part? The man destined to kill him is his own son.Now, Noah must do more than just survive. He must navigate the rules, magic, and politics of this world and, most importantly, understand the tragic villain of the story, who also happens to be his child. Because, even if this world appears to follow every fantasy cliché in the book, Noah is no longer just a reader.He’s part of the story now.And maybe... it’s time to rewrite it.

Gu Zuo: Are you sick?

Gongyi Tianheng: You have medicine?

Gu Zuo: You’re sick!

Gongyi Tianheng: If I say I’m sick, can you cure me?

Gu Zuo: If I say I have medicine, would you want it?

Gongyi Tianheng: However much you have is how much I want.

Gu Zuo: However much you want is how much I have.

Gongyi Tianheng: Then bring it all out.

Gu Zuo: …

Simply speaking, a scaredy-cat shou transmigrated and had to think of a way to survive. He had a golden finger called Medicine Refining System, but unfortunately, he didn’t have the ingredients needed to refine medicine and level up.

A great young master to an empire’s preeminent clan had a super high IQ, but his potential for cultivation was low. Unfortunately, pill refiners were too hard to develop, and weren’t restricted to his personal service. But he could acquire plenty of ingredients.

Two people, one was sick and one had medicine. Therefore, the one who was sick kept the one who had medicine, and everyone was happy.

“Where the f*ck am I?”

One day, he suddenly fell into a world of barbarism and superstition.

“F*ck, I ain’t a savage!”

The king of assassins was reborn, mastering both alchemy and poison. Sitting inside the space, there was a ghost that loved crying.